story by Monsterbat, typed by mom:

"Sit up, please."

She sat up, her hair gleaming, her eyes glistening. She'd gotten these for free since she had gotten the deal. Show one picture of yourself in the magazine, get one physical therapy session free. She said, "You aren't very qualified at this; are you?"

Another arm got wrenched off. "Oops, sorry."

"You know what, that's it. Even if I'm a zombie, I have some rights. And if I hadn't eaten the court, I'd take you to one." Blood started dripping from her lips.

"Why don't you make a zombie court," he said, "then everyone will go on your side, for your good looks." He smiled, his pointed teeth and furry lips contrasting greatly against his fair skin. "Want to get some coffee?"

"Sure." She held out her foot to him, the only body part he hadn't gotten off. "Sure, what time? Half past the end of the world?" They both laughed.

"That already happened," he said. "Remember the great war?"

"Yes," she said, "this is going to be one of those corny Romeo and Juliet stories; isn't it?"


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Author Catherine Russell shares her life with her high school sweetheart, their son, and two ferocious puppies in the Wilds of Ohio while writing short stories, editing her novel, and learning more about the craft every day. Her work has been published in Flash Me magazine, Metro Fiction, Beyond Centauri, and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume One‘ and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume Two‘ anthologies.

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Prompt (write a story including these elements)

hero Physical Therapist
villain Attractive Patient
goal Avoid a lawsuit
Prompt suggested by CharleS.


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